Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write: jarrod749@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Black and White for Freeplay. Chapter 8.
Keity screamed as he reached flashover and lunged up and back as he pounded Myah-pucker wildly, unrelenting....breathlessly he fucked and banged and slammed his friend of so many years till, gasping for air, he lost his fiery cockjam up his Myah-hole.
If he was capable of being aware of anything at that moment as he bucked several times at peak before falling into his boyman's arms and chest, he'd have felt the hot, pearls of ropey spunk he coaxed from every pumping black mandick in the room.....and the tongues of all the men and boys who kneeled to the boys' sides to suck up their spent joyjelly.
While the two friends lay coupled and sated, Dock went to get the mold of Myah's cock and fed it between the boys' lips as they sucked their tongues, their chests remained glued together. Pulling it free and slick he cum-fingered Keity's whitetail open and then fed the dildo through Keity's pussylips to show him how to use his friend's image when he was by himself. He silked the exact mold of Myah's pumper up and back through Keity and deep inside the boypussy soon hardening Keity once more inside his buddy and starting him into a second full rut of his best friend. As Myah's legs wrapped 'round Keity's waist and his ankles locked, toes curling under, Dock pulled the Myah pole from Whitetail bung and fed it to the boys' lips where their tongues swashed over it. Then, the men and other boys backed out of the room closing the door while the glow of freeplay that lighted the room, welled inside them.
Black and White for Freeplay. Chapter 8.
Fathers and uncles, Dock, Jason and Jesse, along with sons, friends and cousins, David, Arjay, Elijah, Dwayne, and Teddy filed slowly in an invisible shroud of boy smells and lust having left Myah getting his first buddy-fuck from Keith since the beginning of his Freeplay initiation that morning.
The kids all crowded into the bathroom for showers, as the men grabbed beers and belched out their satisfaction at having brought another 'freeplayer' into the world.
Some time later, with kids watching TV and the men hashing out plans for the next weekend at grandad's....they all went silent and looked at the sight of Myah strolling down the hallway, his 9 inch masher swinging before him. But more, it was that behind him was Keith crawling at his heel, collared and banded from neck to ankle in black and gold.
"'Sup, Myah?" Dock asked.
"Pop, I don't think it's a problem, but I think we needa talk about this." He continued after his father nodded and indicated he fill him in.
'Well, Kei--uhm...'Whitetail'....he 'needs' to be Whitetail, Pop...he needs to 'slave' I mean....right in the middle of givin' me the hottest fuck I ever got, he rolled over and begged me to take his ass, daaady, right then....and always...he begged me. I did." Myah was almost upset.
Dock and his brothers looked from one to the other, nodding, and then Dock shrugged and said, "No prob, boy. Freeplay brings out what the man is meant to be. It's seems Willie Whitetail needs to be yours, boy. Might as well....it's yur name on his bands and collar. So did you give him whut he ast fer?"
Myah smiled all teeth and said, "Oh yeah, daaady....fucked his brains out."
The men smiled...as did the boys. They had developed the need in Whitetail, and he would ever be there to serve, and theirs to enjoy.
Dock sent the pair to the shower.
On their return to the front room, the kneeling serf Whitetail was laid out so the boys could dress him in his street clothes for the trip home. Myah and Keity were told by a stern Dock that since Keith had made his choice to serve rather than just join into Freeplay, he was truly in service at all times to any of them especially Myah, and all actions related to Whitetail were under Myah's direction. How this would play out at grandad's remained to be seen.
Dock and Myah took Keith home. Keith was on his knees on the floor in the back, while Dock advised him of pickup time for the trip to the farm, and his formal indoctrination with Dock's father, the Freeplay patriarch. He explained to him that during the school week, anywhere, anytime, Myah could demand favors of him, and he must comply since he had given himself to him.
Keith stood at the curb in front of his house watching the extended cab truck disappear from sight before he made his way into the house and to his room. Darryl, his younger brother meandered in to pass time with him.
The rest of the weekend and the school week passed uneventfully. Jerry (Myah) and Keith had a swim meet and practice most of the days. Keith wore one of the bands or collar each day....and it passed as just ornamental. By the end of the week, two other kids they knew had gotten arm bands. They said it looked like 'Romans."
On Tuesday after school, Jer had Keith stay late after practice in the boys locker room. When Keith came in from the shower with towel around him, Jerry was hand lubing a small shiny black butt plug. Keith took his position on his knees and Jerry eased it through the resistance of Keith's anal ring after greasing and avidly working the kid's hole for many a long moment.
He beat Keith's ass with an open hand before and after he 'plugged' him. Keith bit his lip and choked his screams. In the quiet of the empty locker room Jerry told him that if he has need to take the plug out, he must get it back in himself. He must not present himself for Freeplay without his plug, all bands and collar.
Keith told his folks he was spending the weekend at Jerry's grandfather's farm which gave his mom warm fuzzies, so his pick up at school by Dock was in the clear on the home front.
Jerry had already checked his bud in the bathroom as he did every day to i nsure that the butt plug was in place and one of the bands was on. The transformation of their relationship continued through the week after Freeplay initiation. Each day, Jeremiah could sense Keith needing him more. By Tuesday afternoon, Jer was looking for a place they could be real private for a few minutes during the day. It was a feeling you get when you can feel 'eyes' on you. When he was with Keith, the intensity of his need for Jer would build....like a hot wind. Wednesday, after lunch, Jer guided Keith to a small housecleaning area of the school, and with a massaging grip to the back of his bud's neck he guided him through the door, and to an old easy chair in the back behind some supply shelving.
Without a word, he sat forward and erect facing Keith, whose doleful eyes said it all as he sank gently to his knees reaching for Jer's waistband. Once he had the 9" quivering black treasure in his hands, he was salivating and drooling from his lower lip. As Jer's buddyclub disappeared inside Keith's face, Jer looked down on the top and back of Keith's dark brushcut hairs. His hands cupped his bud's head, and pressed down a little bit....then harder and the 'slupping, smucking' lips guppied over that huge meat poker like a sloppy eater who wolfs his food with his mouth open. Jer was firing up hotter and hotter....hunching up into Keith's face squeaking the springs in the chair cushion.
"Suck in a breath baby....open up wide and hold it Keity....take it...take it alllllllll the way down.....ohhhh....swallow buddy....ohhhhh swallo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-w. Oh gawddddd!!!"
Jer was boffing tiny strokes to Keity's throathole. Keith was 'snorking, and smorkin' getting his air from his running nose. Tears filled his eyes. He was a mass of sweat and was stripping his clothes off while he took Jer's cock. It was amazing! They performed a contortionist's nightmare. With Jerry meat deep in Keith's throat, they got Keith turned over with his forehead under Jer's ball's, belly up, head bent up and back. Oh! The sight of that long spit shiny black cock driving incessantly into Keity was marvelous. Jerry loved watching his near naked bud, lying on his butt face up, pants and boxers around his ankles....the black and brass collar ruttin' up and back over his throat as he swallowed over Jerrycock. It was such a sight that Jerry was getting dizzy from the combined sensations surging from his prick and eyes at the scene playing out before him.
Hysterical now, Jerry rammed hard, down and in, roughly fucking Keity-face, convulsing....spasming....as he unloaded spermy teen spooge.
Neither boy moved for many long seconds, and then in a merciful gesture, Jerry held Keity's head as he extricated his truncheon from the kid's throat, "Thweeeessskkk!"
Choking, gagging, and coughing, Keith grabbed onto his throat and rubbed it while turning over and hucking down at the floor. The exhilarating throat strain sent hotboy signals surging through Keith and he had shot criss-crossing ropes and boy jam over his belly and chest.
"Y'okay boy?...Keity...say...you okay?" Jer asked gripping his bare shoulder. Another hacking body jerk, and Keity turned his face up and smiled at Jer, wiping his lips with the back of his hand...."Ye-ye-yeh...yessss......master!"
Boy, did that ever catch Jeremiah by the balls....."MASTER!" His best bud called him Master! He knew he'd need guidance from dad and grandad....this was real, real serious now, he was sure. He squeegied the Keity cum off the kid's cooling skin and fed it over Keith's eager sucking lips and tongue. Then Jerry waited for Keith to get his clothes on and they headed out for class.
The next few days played out much the same. They started to make the cleaning supply area, 'their place.' On Thursday....Keith couldn't get enough....and took his man twice, begging to serve big black boy prick. Ohhh...that big black shiny boy prick!!!!
The day of the trip to grandad's, before they left school, he had Keith put on a new cock ring he supplied him.
Dock pulled up to the bus turn around back of the school and the kids hopped in. Keith didn't need to be told to get in the back on the floor as before. They had him stay dressed in case of a traffic stop, but once out in the country where there were significantly more cows than folk, Dock snapped his fingers and rotated his hand. Keity knew, and stripped naked in thirty seconds. Dock rhetorically asked, "Wonder if grandad's gonna have some sheep action fer little 'whitetail' there," and Myah joined him yukking up a few laughs.
Myah climbed into the back and stretched out telling Keith to take off his sneaks and socks and get some tongue work going on the ten 'tiny dicks' he might find there wigglin' off the end of his foot.
Keith went at with a vengeance and ate him some black boy feet while they rode. Myah was horned up from the foot tickly sucking, but restrained from unholstering his weapon.
A turn onto a dirt road, and pretty soon a large complex of old but handsome farm buildings and a mainhouse came into view. Keith's view was still busy between ten black boy toes. Dock, however, got pangs of his growing up years....everytime he got to this point on the dirt driveway road....maybe even a few tears welled up each time. His dad meant everything to then....and now with the extension of Freeplay into a new generation there was no doubt that their bonds would only grow.
Myah got a little gooey himself when he would first sight the secondary barn....the site of his own Freeplay initiation. He'd formed a bond there with his cousins who entered the clan with him. Later they were participants in initiating their two friends, Dwayne and Elijah.
Snapping from the day dreams on jolting to a stop in front of the 'freeplay' barn, they were met by grandad. One thing great about bein' out in the boonies is goin' nekked whenever you wants....and that was grandad. Keith nearly shit his butt plug!! Grandad's cock hung longer than any of the others...and Dock was fully 10 inches!
No doubt grandad's meat was approaching 'wonder of the world status.'
Myah saw the jaw-dropping reaction of Keith's and laughed, with an arm around his bare shoulder, and said..."Grandad's 13 inches, Whitetail. You gonna lovvvvvvve riding thet!"
Keith's already hard peter, snapped hard to his belly where he felt it up gently just grazing his finger tips over it...while it leaked pud syrup.
They piled out of the truck and grandad hugged Dock and Myah, and then turned to Keith...."Ahhhh, my boy...you do bring a prize pullet fer training I see....a prize indeed." A brite white toothy smile greeted Keith, and he grimaced when grandad suddenly gripped his standing cock..."Whut we gotch'ere boy...feels like 6 thick ones...yes?"
Keith's lip trembled....being pulled high up on his toes by his sausage leash....and his voice got lost, but he nodded up and down real quick.
"Mmmm....thought so. Friends calls me Tugger, boy...Tugger Hacket" he laughed still tugging on Keith's peter. "You will call me 'MASter'....got thet?" he asked rhetorically as he turned him 'round and smacked his ass, then jabbed at the butt plug. He yanked it, getting Keith's innards jumping around uncomfortable-like. He gently fingered the collar and band, smiling at Myah when he saw this grandson's name embossed on his recruit's bands.
All business now, Tugger turned to Dock and said, "Ah'd like to get the boy heah right on the 'pylon' fer a little whirl-a-boy training, then some deep dongin' latah."
Dock nodded. "But then, hmmmmm," Tugger mused. Mebbe I should fun mah own seff up fer a bit....why should the boy have all the fun?" his big smile lit up his face. Tugger was big and tall like his sons, Dock, Jason and Jesse. He was some bit bulkier, but well defined. Since he and Dock had their sons at very young ages, Tugger was only 48, healthy and randy as any of the younger dudes.
"So, whut be our boy's name Myahboi? I be aksin' you since I see by his band he belong to you direckly," Tugger queried.
"He be...ummm IS called Willie Whitetail, grandaad," Myah responded.
Tugger was very pleased....."You have brung me a spike...a baby whitetail deerboi for yo' grandad. You makes me proud mah boy...most proudly."
The only dimension different was the extra 3 inches hanging over his balls. It was semi-hard on a mild rise now, arching and bobbing back and forth as he plied Whitetail all over. When his hand got back to the boy's tail again, he gripped hard to the butt plug and yanked it out none to gently.
Keith yelped as his insides sucked toward his hole and then snapped back in place again. Tugger smacked Keith's face with head snapping force. Pained....Keith stared hard into Tug's eyes, and Tugger just pointed menacingly at him. Keith's face went pale, and blank....he knew.
Without fanfare, Tugger's fingers replaced the plug in Keith's pussybox, and he had the naked boy dancing around up on his toes in the dirt in front of the freeplay barn. Tug's long fingers had l'il Whitetail tingling and twitching in a joy he had come to be familiar with since he met Tug's three sons last weekend.
As the boy twirled on the four fingers buried to the 3d knuckles up his hole, Tug reached 'round the boy's chest and lifted him off the ground with his face back alongside Tugger's and his whole body bent backward.
Keith felt a void in his tailsmile now, then....then there was....ohhhhh godddddd!!!! Tug was prongin' the boy. Myah dropped down to his knees to watch that 13 inch man-dildo surge high up into his best buddy. Keith squealed at first from the thicks of it which pulled his tender asslips with it as it drove inside him. Then the exhilaration when it coursed past the boy's inner hot button. He whined so excitingly to the observer, and pleadingly for the boy himself....because after he had his button charged with the first touch, the long mandick continued to excite it as it continued on up through the boycunt. Keith had never had such an endless surge of friction-heated pain-pleasure extend inside him since this all started. He felt some discomfort way up inside as the big man bottomed to his short and curlies. The man's bulbous cockhead was touching someplace inside Keith that had never been touched before. He felt full....hurting like a belly ache....sweaty hot....his eyes were wide....mouth open....looking to Myah....seeing nothing.
Tugger released the grip around the boy's chest and let his feet touch the ground. Keity's toenails dug into the dirt. They started scratch-digging like cats do. Ohhhhh! Whutta sight!
Dock was rubbing his dick in his pants and getting short of breath. Myah's dick was out and being pulled ever so slowly by it's owner, deep in his kneeling squat....a stream of silvery prejam was searching for the ground, and the slender black boy spread wide on his haunches. A huge wet spot formed down the thigh of Dock's jeans.
Tugger pulled back and that long, butt-shiny, ebony boy pleaser eased all the way out of Keith in what seemed like a 30 minute withdrawal. The sensations burning through the boy from the fevering of the boy's pussylips as the entire 13 inches pulled out, s-o-o-o-o-o slowly, left a river of tears streaming down Keith's cheeks.
There was something happening....Keith's face turned up....he almost smiled...or was it satisfaction? Tugger joymeat was surging back up into Whitetail's empty, lonely bunger. He expelled the air he sucked in at re-entry, in a long shwooosh from his mouth. The tears were drying on his face and were being replaced by sweat beads, and....and, ohhhh myyyyyy.......Tugger gave a two thumbs up to Dock and Myah who were now both kneeling before Keith as the boy sweated into the finest, fiercest manfuck he'd ever taken....Dock and Myah understood....they got it! Whitetail had started to ram his hole back on over Tugger's tool, and now they broke wide into big Freeplay smiles. Keith was starting to rut and ram and ream, and Tugger then wanted him to really enjoy his ride. So after letting the boy hunch about four inches over and back on that big black dong, Tug started to rejoin the fray, and synched his rammer-jammin' full on now, and when the boy pulled forward, Tug pulled back and gave him a full foot-long ride. Keith was shuddering...shivering. The massive manprick was still holding Keith up on his toes while they rut-banged together.
They all knew. L'il Whitetail had him an anal, snapping cummin'. And they watched his toes curl and scratch in the dirt as the next one started to come on. In another 3 minutes, Keity was hysterically bouncing his ass into Tug, and snappin' and ruttin' and fucking his toyboy brains out, whip-whirlin' his ass around and around and in and out and riding that mantool for all he was worth, needing every, even tiniest sensation he could get from that prong of prongs!
He even had Tugger crazed. They both hunched forward, lurched and arched backward, and again, and again, Tugger roared as he shot his fabulous fuckwad up through Keity bunger!!!
Keith fell forward, cum shooting straight out before him in fantastic, long pearly white ropes to be wasted in the dirt as he slumped into Dock's and Myah's hands.
Tugger stutter stepped backward, and settled to one knee, gasping and wheezin g. Dock had never seen his pop taken with a boy fuck so completely before, including all the great Freeplay adventures of his distant boyhood past.
True to his stamina, Tug pulled himself together and getting his other knee under him, he knelt whappin' his big black masher like a giant tuning fork. Myah knew what that meant, and helped Keith over in front of his grandad. Keity was put to his knees, and his face was eased over Tugger's mandick for a tongue-swarshing by a very tired, fucked out boy, who was glowing in the grandest boffin' he would ever get.
In the bright sun, the sweat glistened on Whitetail's back, as his head rut-banged over Tugger's meat giving it a fine vacuuming.
Dock just marveled at the scene, and squeezed Myah's neck once again acknowledging the finest recruit they'd ever had to join Freeplay. Tugger's big smile sealed it.
In a few more moments, Tugger rubbed his face into Keity's and picked the boy ass up, bending the back of Keith's neck down against Tug's belly. The blood was rushing to Keith's head. They all knew what was next. The cone.
The cone was set up right in front of the barn. It was like a narrow road pylon on a rotating pedestal. There was a foot pedal to raise and lower it. There was also another pedel which when pumped, sent a shiny, silvery dildo of sorts up through the top of the cone. It was a fine cock shape. Dock always smiled when he saw it. It was a mold of his own 10 inch club.
Tugger was now approaching the cone. Keith actually caught sight of it from his upside down position, and it didn't record what with all these new experiences forcing his brain into overload.
Dock and Myah moved quickly over to spot for the slotting. They watched as the Tugger jizz oozed, well seemed to be pouring from Keity's fuckhole as the boy was righted up and he felt six hands guiding him down, and there was a wig-wag at his hole by something very hot. The metal prong had been heating up in the sun all morning inside the cone and now seared inside the boycunt. It was very hot to the boy's tender pussylips, but slid up inside with little effort considering what had just been inside him. His feet hit the platform, and he was standing in a sort of Neanderthal man crouch, pronged by about 5 inches of silver dong. A plate was raised up and tightened like a stool seat under Whitetail's butt which while giving him a first rest in a while, took his feet off the platform. Four link chains were hooked to Keity's collar, and Tugger snapped his fingers at Myah, who set the platform spinning 'round and 'round, giving Whitetail a new bunging thrill of a whirling probe up his chute. The shiny cock stayed in place while Keity spun around.
The fridge in the Freeplay barn was raided now and Tugger, Dock and Myah each got a beer. Myah'd forgotten all about the nature of the Freeplay barn. It usually housed one to seven new freeplayers in training at any given time. This day there was a full house....plus Whitetail....eight boys were in 'residence'.
When Myah looked up, Tugger was holding a pail to him. With his beer in one hand, Myah took the pail very matter of factly, and went over to the boy stalls where the other seven Freeplayer's were shackled.
Each boy looked up at Myah expectantly, and were soothed and calmed by being allowed their very late, morning piss. They pissed like racehorses. Dock and Tug snickered when they heard the first piss hit the bottom of the pail and echo out to where they stood watching Keith whirl around on his metal pole.
They smiled as Myah reappeared with the pail....half full with 7 boys' morning piss, hot and frothy. The men nodded, and Myah brought the pail to Keity as they stopped the rotation of the platform. Like a huge cup, it was put to Keith's lips and then his open mouth was flooded with boypiss which summarily streamed right down his chest, then his face and finally over his head to cascade over his whole sunshining skin.
He spit and spluttered. He was now membered with the other seven boys who would be spending the weekend in training with him. He had drunk their piss. Soon there would a sharing of his with all of them for sure.
Now the cock in the cone was being pumped and the seat plate was released. Keity couldn't get up off the cone any longer. He was now fully impaled, yet still in a sort of squat. If he rested to sit, the dildo surged further into him. It was set in motion once more and now a switch was thrown and the silver dong started to fuck l'il Whitetail hole. The only thing that now changed was the sudden thickening of the dildo dong to twice the size of Keity's butt plug.
He started to tremble, he stood up as high as he could....the probe kept surging up higher into him. He was off the platform! His toes splayed. He screamed with the thrust of the fucking silver cock. He was set to whirling 'round again. His insides were riding on the silver head of Dock's cock mold.
Tugger eased him some and moved the cone down so Keity's tip toes could just touch the platform with the 10 inch dong firmly stuffed up his bunger. They set him to whirling. He squealed...cried out....mmmmmmm'ed....the veiny ridges on the cock staff titillated his hot spot and they all settled back to watch their boy shoot off another round of teencream ropes.
Oh goddddddddd! He did....he did and he howled a curdling scream....the cum shot in circular ropes as he whirled 'round and 'round.
Myah was expressionless. Keith tried to focus on Myah as he whirled and really only caught a blur. Regardless, Myah gave no response. Myah didn't need to look at his bud....he'd been there himself....a coming of age thing....this was Freeplay....and there'd be more, much more....this was only the beginning.
Finished with their beers, the men and Myah went into the barn so Tugger could intro the other Freeplayers.
The silver Dock cock mold spun and drove in and out of Keity as he continued to whirl out there in the hot sun. Sweat streamed down the boyskins and he was in nearly a constant state of climax, grunting out yet once more, "Uh, uh...nnngh..." and...he cummed another of his incessant, internal butt-snappers....and 'round....and 'round....and....
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